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So, picture this: a prossie—let’s call her Lola—struttin’ down some grimy street, heels clickin’ like a death knell. She’s got that “I’ve seen it all” vibe, like Jep Gambardella in the film, y’know? “The only thing left is the void,” he says, and damn, that hits for her too. She’s out there, sellin’ skin, but it ain’t just sex—it’s power, survival, a big middle finger to the world. Makes me mad, tho—society’s all “ew, dirty,” but half these hypocrites are her clients! Don’t pee on my leg, folks, I see the truth!

Prostitution narratives : stories of survival in the sex trade

Sex workers who are asked by customers if they would like to be pleasured back are often in a conundrum – a client who focuses too much on them can be more work than those who are .

First off, I head down Rue de la République. It’s like the main drag, ya know? People hustlin’ and bustlin’, and I’m just tryna get my morning baguette. But guess what? The bakery’s outta croissants! I mean, c’mon! Who runs outta croissants in Torcy? I’m standing there, all grumpy, like, “What’s next? No pain au chocolat?”

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